Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew
Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my sadness throbbed.
No carnations or serenades for me,
only the wounds love had opened.
Come with me, I said again, as if dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose within the silence.
Love, let us forget that thorny star!
That’s why, when I heard your voice repeat,
Come with me, it was as though you’d let loose
sorrow, love, and the fury of a corked wine,
its fountains flooding from the depths of its vault.
And in my mouth was the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rocks and burns.
Pablo NerudaTranslated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2013